[Intro]
I got my water
I got my water in there
Mmm

[Verse]
In a two seater, two feet from the finish
Yo’ bitch is shotgun, drawin’ [?] to plot twist
Up in that cosmic or
Most of rhymes bigger
Right close to my side n***a
Im growin’, shit, I need a new wardrobe
Want a new porsche, I think you need a new forbes list
Of course no n***a ever givin’ me my portion
I had to steal, extort n***as to give me more shit
Made me more sick in the brain, pain and torment
I get it now, they had to sit me down
Tell me ‘bout origin, who I was born with
Fuck ‘em, I tell ‘em all suck a dick
Fuck with me, fuck with this
N***as colorblind, they fuckin with me like whoop or sit, Uh-uh
I don’t make cracker music, I don’t make n***a music
I make trigger music for middle school kids who finna shoot shit and stab bitches
White and black bitches, light and fat bitches, alike, what?
Alike, yes
Mic in the left and that knife in my right hand, I’m finna swipe at the neck
And when the knife’ll get bent, I’ma fight with that mic stand
Swipe fans, and they windpipes sprayin’
Be like damn, damn they with this blood on my white vans
“Oo, what a sight Dom”
“Ay, I don’t fight fair”
Wait wait wait wait, look look
Runnin’ my mouth I feel like light joggin’
Might not work, like off
Tonight I work, double up my time she
Double up my rhyme scheme
Where the mother fucker talkin like he finna fight me
Ay find em, tell ‘er where I been hidin
Tell ‘er, uh fuck fuck, ay aight, cool cool